A Trylle Fanfiction
Jasper Frost has never been an ordinary child. He could see and do things which nobody else could.
When he is rescued by a tracker and taken to the city Förening, Jasper is assured that this was where he truly belonged. However...
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For a moment, I stared dumbly, mind-frozen, before I realised that Camilla was still looking at me expectantly. "Uh, well, I would've appreciated if you had directly come to the point instead of the fancy kidnapping and, breakfast at your log cabin."
"You're welcome anyway." She replied smoothly.
"The facts remain the same, though, Miss Elsing." I tried to start gently. "I . . . I can most certainly see ghosts, but I don't think I can bring a dead man back to life."
Without warning, Camilla seized her butter knife and threw it at me, nearly managing to impale my forehead but luckily puncturing the oak wall behind me instead; her aim was excellent regardless. And I am petrified right now!
"Don't you dare! You liar! How dare you lie to me?! How dare you lie about something you nearly know nothing about!" Camilla roared. At that moment, her pretty lips looked too red – almost lethal; the veins at her throat were stretched tightly, throbbing with anger. And with some amusement I realised, that Camilla was almost as bad as Oliver Staad.
"I created you!" She said. "I made sure to choose the best of the genes, the best of lineage, the best of the bloodlines and the best of the tribes, to get the BEST OF THE RESULT!! And guess what? Jacklyn Biâelse and Oliver Staad were not all! I collected the best of the blood samples from people of the Trylle, Vittra and Skojare! Those blood samples lie inside you! I broke into the graves and the coffins of all the history's healers and necromancers I could find! I MANIPULATED GENETICS – just to create you!
"You don't even know half of the things you can do, Jasper. So when I say that I need you to bring back Oren from the dead, I am obviously asking from you something that I know you can do. And I don't know this, by belief or because I have faith in you. I know this because this is exactly what I designed to you to be. This is the eternal purpose of what you were born for."
I couldn't help noticing how she spoke as if I were a machine – a robot, 'created' to do a particular job in the world.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Camilla. Even I have limits. I can't . . . .do this."
"And why not? Because all your filthy Trylle textbooks taught you that Oren Elsing was a bad, bad ruler who guillotined anyone he saw as his enemies – in fact, even his closest friends and family members? Because he waged constant wars against that place you call as home – but you yet secretly know is not? Because Oren ruined your darling great grandmother's life, tortured your grandmother and killed your grandfather?"
"I can pretty well imagine the translucent ghost of Elora Dahl punching you through your skin right now." I muttered.
Camilla Elsing pretended as if I hadn't said anything. "Listen, Jasper. People . . . . especially famous people always a side that the public doesn't know about, a side that totally contrasts from what the general people think of them. Look at your own father, for example. From the distance, he is rude and harsh – the worst father one could get to live with. And yet, maybe he was also good and kind and soft at one point of his life. Maybe he still is. You know what I'm talking about."
